fulfill my request that she get Beatles tour pictures for me.  Dad once told me that if the Beatles came to our house they wouldn’t be allowed in “unless they get their haircut.”  (Haha.)  That made me so sad. I was sure we were in their Oregon travel plans. Dad didn’t even like me having their albums because of their hair and “wild monkey music.”  (He described Beatles' music as "a bunch of monkeys beating on instruments tossed to them in a cage.")  I had magazine pics of the Beatles covering my bedroom wall.  It was a very sad day when Dad made me take them down (booooo!  haha).